Scootaloo Writes "Cheerilee's Garden"by AspergerGoodnessChaptersGorefest in PaperLet the Disaster BeginCheerilee's Freaking GardenGorefest in Paper "Now, class...", said Cherilee. "... today, we're going to do something really fun: story-writing!" "Cool!", said Twist. "Kinda nice, I guess.", said Diamond Tiara. Cherilee delivered a sheet of paper to each one of the students in the classroom. "With this, I'm hoping that I can boost your creativity levels a little bit.", said Cherilee. "And it's a great way to put it to the test! If you need more sheets of paper, I've got a box full of them." "Nice!", said Scootaloo. "I've been wanting to write a scary story for some time." "Are ya really gunna do this?", asked Apple Bloom. "Ya could get'n trouble for it, y'know." "Yeah, but this is not about just the classroom. I want to show it to the entire city of Ponyville! Maybe I'll get a story-writing cutie mark or something." "Doubt it." "Miss Cherilee...", said Sweetie Belle. "... can we make teams?" "Sure. Teams of two, please.", said Cherilee. The students shuffled their desks to make story-writing teams: among all of them were Twist + Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara + Silver Spoon, Snips + Snails and Sweetie Belle + Pipsqueak. Scootaloo chose Dinky Doo as her story-writing partner. "So, who are the victims in your story?", asked Dinky, after Scootaloo had explained the whole initial concept. "I'm thinking of a few classmates.", said Scootaloo. "I don't know who should die first, though." "Yeah, I'm sure nopony here would agree with this." "I know... I'll be the first victim. That way, nopony will have the right to whine about it, since I died first." "That's actually a good idea. So, what's the setup gonna be like?" "We'll find that out soon enough." "Done!", said Scootaloo, as she admired her three sheets of paper, which were filled with gory situations and just plain cruel dialogue, front and back. "I'm feeling kind of insane after this...", said Dinky Doo. "Now to show it to the whole world!" The two storywriters walked over to Cheerilee's desk. Scootaloo organized her story a tad too perfectly, and put it down on the desk, like a boss. "Warning: slightly M-rated.", said Dinky Doo, as Cheerilee made an unsure look and started reading the story. "Scootaloo...", said Cheerilee, with a gaping mouth. "Yes, Miss Cheerilee?", said Scootaloo. "You're in detention for a week." "What?! Why?" "Are you kidding? Just take a second look at your story!" "... it's awesome?" "Nevermind. You're still in detention." "... *sigh* Fine..." Cheerilee leaned over to Scootaloo's ear. "I still liked it, though.", she whispered. "Great.", said Scootaloo, as the bell rang to end the class. "Now I'm in freaking detention." "Look at the bright side.", said Dinky Doo. "She even liked your story! I think you should take it and make it even better." "... you know what? You are right! To get a story-writing cutie mark, I'll have to do my very best at this... even more!" "Gorefest in paper?" "Pretty much. But it needs something else... I know! I'll ask Rainbow Dash!... after detention." "Dinky, it's time to go!", called Derpy Hooves at the school gates. "Bye, Scootie.", said Dinky. "See you tomorrow." "See ya." Scootaloo spent her whole detention time thinking about how awesome it would be to get well-known for her masterpiece of a scary story. She eventually fixated herself on one goal: to make the scariest, goriest, darkest story ever made by a ten-year-old blank-flank pegasus. Let the Disaster Begin Out of the detention room, Scootaloo had a different sparkle in her eyes. Her goal wasn't exactly to make the scariest story ever, but rather the goriest, crudest, disturbing-est story ever written in the history of Equestria... actually, nopony in Equestria has put much effort into those kinds of stories, so hers would also be the very first story to feature more than two gallons of blood. How convenient! Being Scootaloo, the first pony to get asked for advice was Rainbow Dash, who was sleeping on a park bench. "Hey, Rainbow Dash!", said Scootaloo. "Wake up!" "Huh?...", mumbled Rainbow Dash. "... oh, hi, Scootaloo. What are you up to?" "You see, Cheerilee told us to make a story to improve our creativity or something. I have been wanting to write a scary story for some time now, and here it is. I want to know what you think of it." "I love those kinds of stories! Whatcha got there?" ... "... it's... kinda good?", said Rainbow Dash. "You've got a lot of things to take care of here." "Like what?" "First of all, I'm proud to say that grammar is not an issue. Congrats on that. But I don't see a reason for her to kill everyone out of nowhere like that. Give her something to kill for. Y'know what I mean?" "Oh, right... thanks for the help." "You're welcome, Scootie. Let me read it again when it's finished, okay?" "Sure!" "One more thing, though..." "Yes?" "Why did you include yourself in the story, as the first victim? You feeling depressed or something?" "No, it's a long story." "You're not feeling suicidal or anything, are you? You can just talk to me if anything bad happens." "I promise you, there's nothing wrong. I just included myself in the story so the other ponies involved wouldn't whine about getting killed, and all." "Oh, okay then. Good luck on writing your story." Scootaloo went to a nearby tree and began rewriting her story. "Scootaloo?", said Fluttershy, as Scootaloo was sleeping under the tree, with paper all over. "Huh?", said Scootaloo, waking up after rewriting the story. It was a tad better. "I'm sorry to wake you up. I saw all these sheets of paper around you, and wanted to know if I could read what's written on them." "... sure. It's a tad gory, though." "I'm sure I've seen worse..." ... "So, what do you think?", said Scootaloo. "... it's nice.", said Fluttershy, crying a little from how cruel the story was. "Come on, you're lying to me." "Well, fine. Want to know my honest opinion on this?" "Yes, please." "This is the worst story I have ever read in my life. Why would you even bother writing such cruelty?" "Well, I understand why you would say that. The thing is, my teacher told us to write a story to improve our creativity. I have been planning to write a scary story like this one since our last Nightmare Night festival. Of course, I got in detention for this, but my teacher liked it, and that's a good thing, since she's the killer. Then, I showed it to Rainbow Dash, and she told me to give her something to kill for, and all that. Now, I understand why you hated my story, but I'd appreciate it if you tried not to sound that rude." "... sorry, Scootaloo. It's just that... I'm not used to this kind of stuff. If it makes you any happier, I liked the whole garden metaphor you used." "Really?" "To add some constructive criticism, the deaths are a bit too fast-paced. If you want to make the goriest story, you should try to make them suffer a little bit more... I feel really impure for saying this, but you should try it." "Thanks, Fluttershy." "Boy, do I feel bad for helping you out. You're welcome, anyway." "Got some paper I could borrow?" "... sure." And so, Scootaloo rewrote her story once again. "Hey, Scootaloo!", said Apple Bloom, casually walking by. "How's that story of yours goin'?" "It's pretty good so far.", said Scootaloo. "You're the last one to die in it." "I feel... honored? Anyway, didja show it to the world yet?" "Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Miss Cheerilee, so far." "Care if I read it?" "Go ahead... I feel kind of tired of writing it for today. I better stop before I end up dreaming about it." ... "Yer really taking this seriously, ain't you?", said Apple Bloom, horrified about the whole thing. "Absolutely.", said Scootaloo. "It's still a work in progress." "In progress?! Yer sayin' it's gunna get worse?!" "Of course. We're talking about the goriest story ever written by a ten-year-old pegasus! I want to get rid of whatever kind of competition that dares stand in my way." "Well, good luck to you then." Scootaloo organized her masterpiece a tad too perfectly again, and went back to her house, so she could get some rest from all that writing, and maybe think of a few more ideas. The story was turning out to be really great. It still needed some final touches here and there, though. Nothing she couldn't handle. Cheerilee's Freaking Garden In the next day, Scootaloo drove her scooter to Twilight's tree, looking for tips on how to improve her story. Twilight always looked like she appreciated that kind of stuff, being the way she was. At her destination, she saw Twilight writing something on her desk, while some rather heavy music was playing. "Twilight, do you have the time?", said Scootaloo, barging through the door. "Oh, hey there, Scootaloo.", said Twilight, turning off the music player. "What brings you here?" "I'm trying to write the scariest story ever, and I'd like your opinion on it." "I suppose I have the time... let me see it." ... "It's pretty good.", said Twilight. "However, if you're looking to make the goriest story ever, the deaths should be a little more... torturing, y'know. Have you ever watched a Saw movie?" "Yeah...?" "That's exactly what I'm talking about." "Okay... thanks for the advice." "You're welcome." Scootaloo narrowly avoided some trouble with Miss Cheerilee in school. All of her attention was turned to her story, the whole time. That stinkin' thing was over thirty pages long. "How's that story of yours going?", asked Sweetie Belle. "It's pretty good so far.", said Scootaloo. "The credits section is getting quite long..." "You've actually got other ponies helping you?!" "I know, right? It's, like, really insane, or something." "... can I read it? Just the part where I get killed." "Sure, just let me find it among all these papers." ... "Kind of gross...", said Sweetie Belle, horrified. "It's almost finished...", said Scootaloo. "... I think I'm going to kill Snips and Snails too." Snails's face turned pale as he overheard their conversation. "Is Pipsqueak involved?", asked Sweetie Belle. "Please don't get him involved." "Don't worry.", said Scootaloo. "He never gets noticed anyway." "I don't know if I should tell him what I feel about him or not... got any tips?" "I'm just a story writer with no love or respect. I'm afraid I can't help you." "I think I'll tell him during lunch." "Good luck with that. Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to redo Apple Bloom's death because of the new ones." And so, Scootaloo edited her story for the umpteenth time, this time including Snails's and Snips's deaths, and consequently rewriting Apple Bloom's death. In the next morning, the sky was darker than usual. The birds hid in the trees, and the air smelled gloomier than usual. "IT'S FINISHED!", screamed Scootaloo, slamming the door open, as she gave birth to the goriest story ever written in the history of Equestria. "Really?", said Twilight, who was conveniently walking by. "Can I read it?" "Can I ask you a favor first?" "Sure!" "Could you put these pages into a bookcase or something, so it's easier to carry around?" "No problem." ... "Scootaloo, your story is the sickest thing I have ever seen.", said Twilight, as she delivered the book to her. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" "I feel perfect.", said Scootaloo. "I mean, I like that kind of stuff, but this is far beyond entertainment. It's just... twisted." "Yeah, I do admit I feel really uncomfortable with it. But I wanted to make it as gory as possible. It's not like I had any inspiration, the idea just came up in my mind and I followed it. Did I make it?" "Well, yeah, you made it. You actually exceeded it." "Thanks. Now, I'll show it to the whole world!" And so, Scootaloo eventually showed the story to everypony in Ponyville. The reactions were endless - some were disgusted, others felt insulted, others felt bad for her, others wanted a copy for themselves. She'd like your opinion on it.
Gorefest in Paper "Now, class...", said Cherilee. "... today, we're going to do something really fun: story-writing!" "Cool!", said Twist. "Kinda nice, I guess.", said Diamond Tiara. Cherilee delivered a sheet of paper to each one of the students in the classroom. "With this, I'm hoping that I can boost your creativity levels a little bit.", said Cherilee. "And it's a great way to put it to the test! If you need more sheets of paper, I've got a box full of them." "Nice!", said Scootaloo. "I've been wanting to write a scary story for some time." "Are ya really gunna do this?", asked Apple Bloom. "Ya could get'n trouble for it, y'know." "Yeah, but this is not about just the classroom. I want to show it to the entire city of Ponyville! Maybe I'll get a story-writing cutie mark or something." "Doubt it." "Miss Cherilee...", said Sweetie Belle. "... can we make teams?" "Sure. Teams of two, please.", said Cherilee. The students shuffled their desks to make story-writing teams: among all of them were Twist + Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara + Silver Spoon, Snips + Snails and Sweetie Belle + Pipsqueak. Scootaloo chose Dinky Doo as her story-writing partner. "So, who are the victims in your story?", asked Dinky, after Scootaloo had explained the whole initial concept. "I'm thinking of a few classmates.", said Scootaloo. "I don't know who should die first, though." "Yeah, I'm sure nopony here would agree with this." "I know... I'll be the first victim. That way, nopony will have the right to whine about it, since I died first." "That's actually a good idea. So, what's the setup gonna be like?" "We'll find that out soon enough." "Done!", said Scootaloo, as she admired her three sheets of paper, which were filled with gory situations and just plain cruel dialogue, front and back. "I'm feeling kind of insane after this...", said Dinky Doo. "Now to show it to the whole world!" The two storywriters walked over to Cheerilee's desk. Scootaloo organized her story a tad too perfectly, and put it down on the desk, like a boss. "Warning: slightly M-rated.", said Dinky Doo, as Cheerilee made an unsure look and started reading the story. "Scootaloo...", said Cheerilee, with a gaping mouth. "Yes, Miss Cheerilee?", said Scootaloo. "You're in detention for a week." "What?! Why?" "Are you kidding? Just take a second look at your story!" "... it's awesome?" "Nevermind. You're still in detention." "... *sigh* Fine..." Cheerilee leaned over to Scootaloo's ear. "I still liked it, though.", she whispered. "Great.", said Scootaloo, as the bell rang to end the class. "Now I'm in freaking detention." "Look at the bright side.", said Dinky Doo. "She even liked your story! I think you should take it and make it even better." "... you know what? You are right! To get a story-writing cutie mark, I'll have to do my very best at this... even more!" "Gorefest in paper?" "Pretty much. But it needs something else... I know! I'll ask Rainbow Dash!... after detention." "Dinky, it's time to go!", called Derpy Hooves at the school gates. "Bye, Scootie.", said Dinky. "See you tomorrow." "See ya." Scootaloo spent her whole detention time thinking about how awesome it would be to get well-known for her masterpiece of a scary story. She eventually fixated herself on one goal: to make the scariest, goriest, darkest story ever made by a ten-year-old blank-flank pegasus.
Let the Disaster Begin Out of the detention room, Scootaloo had a different sparkle in her eyes. Her goal wasn't exactly to make the scariest story ever, but rather the goriest, crudest, disturbing-est story ever written in the history of Equestria... actually, nopony in Equestria has put much effort into those kinds of stories, so hers would also be the very first story to feature more than two gallons of blood. How convenient! Being Scootaloo, the first pony to get asked for advice was Rainbow Dash, who was sleeping on a park bench. "Hey, Rainbow Dash!", said Scootaloo. "Wake up!" "Huh?...", mumbled Rainbow Dash. "... oh, hi, Scootaloo. What are you up to?" "You see, Cheerilee told us to make a story to improve our creativity or something. I have been wanting to write a scary story for some time now, and here it is. I want to know what you think of it." "I love those kinds of stories! Whatcha got there?" ... "... it's... kinda good?", said Rainbow Dash. "You've got a lot of things to take care of here." "Like what?" "First of all, I'm proud to say that grammar is not an issue. Congrats on that. But I don't see a reason for her to kill everyone out of nowhere like that. Give her something to kill for. Y'know what I mean?" "Oh, right... thanks for the help." "You're welcome, Scootie. Let me read it again when it's finished, okay?" "Sure!" "One more thing, though..." "Yes?" "Why did you include yourself in the story, as the first victim? You feeling depressed or something?" "No, it's a long story." "You're not feeling suicidal or anything, are you? You can just talk to me if anything bad happens." "I promise you, there's nothing wrong. I just included myself in the story so the other ponies involved wouldn't whine about getting killed, and all." "Oh, okay then. Good luck on writing your story." Scootaloo went to a nearby tree and began rewriting her story. "Scootaloo?", said Fluttershy, as Scootaloo was sleeping under the tree, with paper all over. "Huh?", said Scootaloo, waking up after rewriting the story. It was a tad better. "I'm sorry to wake you up. I saw all these sheets of paper around you, and wanted to know if I could read what's written on them." "... sure. It's a tad gory, though." "I'm sure I've seen worse..." ... "So, what do you think?", said Scootaloo. "... it's nice.", said Fluttershy, crying a little from how cruel the story was. "Come on, you're lying to me." "Well, fine. Want to know my honest opinion on this?" "Yes, please." "This is the worst story I have ever read in my life. Why would you even bother writing such cruelty?" "Well, I understand why you would say that. The thing is, my teacher told us to write a story to improve our creativity. I have been planning to write a scary story like this one since our last Nightmare Night festival. Of course, I got in detention for this, but my teacher liked it, and that's a good thing, since she's the killer. Then, I showed it to Rainbow Dash, and she told me to give her something to kill for, and all that. Now, I understand why you hated my story, but I'd appreciate it if you tried not to sound that rude." "... sorry, Scootaloo. It's just that... I'm not used to this kind of stuff. If it makes you any happier, I liked the whole garden metaphor you used." "Really?" "To add some constructive criticism, the deaths are a bit too fast-paced. If you want to make the goriest story, you should try to make them suffer a little bit more... I feel really impure for saying this, but you should try it." "Thanks, Fluttershy." "Boy, do I feel bad for helping you out. You're welcome, anyway." "Got some paper I could borrow?" "... sure." And so, Scootaloo rewrote her story once again. "Hey, Scootaloo!", said Apple Bloom, casually walking by. "How's that story of yours goin'?" "It's pretty good so far.", said Scootaloo. "You're the last one to die in it." "I feel... honored? Anyway, didja show it to the world yet?" "Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Miss Cheerilee, so far." "Care if I read it?" "Go ahead... I feel kind of tired of writing it for today. I better stop before I end up dreaming about it." ... "Yer really taking this seriously, ain't you?", said Apple Bloom, horrified about the whole thing. "Absolutely.", said Scootaloo. "It's still a work in progress." "In progress?! Yer sayin' it's gunna get worse?!" "Of course. We're talking about the goriest story ever written by a ten-year-old pegasus! I want to get rid of whatever kind of competition that dares stand in my way." "Well, good luck to you then." Scootaloo organized her masterpiece a tad too perfectly again, and went back to her house, so she could get some rest from all that writing, and maybe think of a few more ideas. The story was turning out to be really great. It still needed some final touches here and there, though. Nothing she couldn't handle.
Cheerilee's Freaking Garden In the next day, Scootaloo drove her scooter to Twilight's tree, looking for tips on how to improve her story. Twilight always looked like she appreciated that kind of stuff, being the way she was. At her destination, she saw Twilight writing something on her desk, while some rather heavy music was playing. "Twilight, do you have the time?", said Scootaloo, barging through the door. "Oh, hey there, Scootaloo.", said Twilight, turning off the music player. "What brings you here?" "I'm trying to write the scariest story ever, and I'd like your opinion on it." "I suppose I have the time... let me see it." ... "It's pretty good.", said Twilight. "However, if you're looking to make the goriest story ever, the deaths should be a little more... torturing, y'know. Have you ever watched a Saw movie?" "Yeah...?" "That's exactly what I'm talking about." "Okay... thanks for the advice." "You're welcome." Scootaloo narrowly avoided some trouble with Miss Cheerilee in school. All of her attention was turned to her story, the whole time. That stinkin' thing was over thirty pages long. "How's that story of yours going?", asked Sweetie Belle. "It's pretty good so far.", said Scootaloo. "The credits section is getting quite long..." "You've actually got other ponies helping you?!" "I know, right? It's, like, really insane, or something." "... can I read it? Just the part where I get killed." "Sure, just let me find it among all these papers." ... "Kind of gross...", said Sweetie Belle, horrified. "It's almost finished...", said Scootaloo. "... I think I'm going to kill Snips and Snails too." Snails's face turned pale as he overheard their conversation. "Is Pipsqueak involved?", asked Sweetie Belle. "Please don't get him involved." "Don't worry.", said Scootaloo. "He never gets noticed anyway." "I don't know if I should tell him what I feel about him or not... got any tips?" "I'm just a story writer with no love or respect. I'm afraid I can't help you." "I think I'll tell him during lunch." "Good luck with that. Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to redo Apple Bloom's death because of the new ones." And so, Scootaloo edited her story for the umpteenth time, this time including Snails's and Snips's deaths, and consequently rewriting Apple Bloom's death. In the next morning, the sky was darker than usual. The birds hid in the trees, and the air smelled gloomier than usual. "IT'S FINISHED!", screamed Scootaloo, slamming the door open, as she gave birth to the goriest story ever written in the history of Equestria. "Really?", said Twilight, who was conveniently walking by. "Can I read it?" "Can I ask you a favor first?" "Sure!" "Could you put these pages into a bookcase or something, so it's easier to carry around?" "No problem." ... "Scootaloo, your story is the sickest thing I have ever seen.", said Twilight, as she delivered the book to her. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" "I feel perfect.", said Scootaloo. "I mean, I like that kind of stuff, but this is far beyond entertainment. It's just... twisted." "Yeah, I do admit I feel really uncomfortable with it. But I wanted to make it as gory as possible. It's not like I had any inspiration, the idea just came up in my mind and I followed it. Did I make it?" "Well, yeah, you made it. You actually exceeded it." "Thanks. Now, I'll show it to the whole world!" And so, Scootaloo eventually showed the story to everypony in Ponyville. The reactions were endless - some were disgusted, others felt insulted, others felt bad for her, others wanted a copy for themselves. She'd like your opinion on it.
